[Verse 1] I came looking for my face and found an audience of me, silver mouths and crooked eyes watching quietly. One is taller, one is small, one still wears an old mistake, one looks just the way you loved me, one the way you turned away. [Pre-Chorus] This one they praise, this one they blame, this one doesn't answer when I call my name. [Chorus] One, none, a hundred thousand, every mirror calls me true. I keep asking which one's lying, they keep asking, “Which one’s you?” I came looking for my face, found an audience of me. If I shatter every mirror, which reflection would I free? [Verse 2] Here I am inside my mother's eyes, there I stand inside your head, in another I'm the woman I was certain I'd become instead. There's the brave one, there's the coward, there's the saint and there's the fraud, there's the girl who learned to curtsy when she really meant to roar. And every time I turn away the corridor grows long, chasing one reflection that could prove the others wrong. [Pre-Chorus] This one I hide, this one I frame, this one I keep polishing until she looks the same. [Chorus] One, none, a hundred thousand, every mirror calls me true. I keep asking which one's lying, they keep asking, “Which one’s you?” I came looking for my face, found an audience of me. If I shatter every mirror, which reflection would I free? [Bridge] I thought somewhere in the glass there'd be a perfect likeness waiting, one clean answer, one true shape, one version worth becoming. But no mirror ever lied to me. No mirror told the whole. The door was there behind me while I searched from wall to wall. And it opened when I stopped asking which reflection lied. I don't need to choose a face to prove that I'm alive. [Final Chorus] One, none, a hundred thousand, let them gather, let them stay. Every face has held a fragment of the woman here today. I came looking for my face, now they're singing back to me. I don't have to break the mirrors. I don't have to make them agree. One, none, a hundred thousand, I can love them without knowing which was ever really me. [Outro] No final face. No perfect frame. No single truth behind the name. I came looking for my face... and leave with all of me.
